Midnight Muse

I move to him like a moth to a flame, eagerly accepting the kiss he bends down to give me.

“You look amazing,” he breathes against my lips before kissing me again. It’s easy to lose myself in him, the warmth of his body and the taste of him on my tongue. His scent fills my nostrils and I love it, the perfect mixture of rain and pine. My heart drops between my thighs as I fist my fingers in his shirt and I’m certain where we’re going to end up tonight.

“Thank you,” I say when we’re finally able to pull away from each other. Rory clearing her throat helped speed that along. “You look very handsome,” I compliment, flattening his shirt just as an excuse to feel his chest.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks and I nod eagerly, turning to say goodbye to Ace and Rory. Ace’s arms are wrapped around Rory’s shoulders, and they’re both grinning at us like fools.

“Where’s Slate?” Ace asks, finally taking notice of their missing roommate. “I figured he’d be all up in Knox’s business right now, playing the part.”

Rory shrugs, answering. “We don’t know. He got a phone call and left right after.” Knox and Ace share a look that I can’t read before Rory’s continuing, slipping into Slate’s role of overprotective friend. “Don’t keep her out too late.” She points a finger at Knox. He looks like he’s trying his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes and I stifle my laugh in the crook of my arm.

“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes. “See ya, Ace. Don’t have sex too loud tonight. Or on the couch.”

Ace is quick to respond, a witty retort rolling off the tip of his tongue. “Why? Is it your turn?”

Rory smacks his chest and I guide Knox from the apartment before she can have a go at Ace for the joke. I’ve heard worse from Slate, so the quip rolls off of my shoulders easily…but now all I can think about is fucking Knox on the couch.

“If we fuck on any couch, it’s going to be yours,” I comment as I step onto the elevator with him. Their couch is both bigger and comfier. I wouldn’t let Knox suffer on our cheap navy futon that Rory and I got for a bargain.

“Fantasizing about fucking me on my couch, Princess?” Knox hums, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. The elevator feels almost stifling with the heat that simmers between us, his eyes glittering with interest. His hand is searing where he strokes my hip. “We can definitely make that fantasy come true. Do you have any others I should know about?”

“No,” I answer all too quickly, and try not to think too hard about the intrigue that flares in his eyes. “How about you?” I counter as the elevator comes to a stop on the first floor, doors creaking open slowly.

I can feel his gaze on my face as he studies me, and he doesn’t answer until we’ve left the building, Knox holding the door for me. “No,” he answers, but I can tell he’s lying.

It sparks my interest, and when I cut him a glance from the corner of my eye, he’s smirking.

Two can play at this game, apparently.

Knox shrugs out of his jacket and I’m taken back to the night when he’d given me a ride home in the storm as he helps me into it, admiring me in the loved leather before he tugs me closer. The smell of him fills my senses, heady and strong and mine.

Well, not officially, but hopefully soon.

I’m plastered to his front and I’ve never felt this carefree, this happy before, especially when he dips his head down for one more kiss. My stomach flutters, and I’m about to drag him right back up those stairs when he pulls away, chuckling when I chase his lips.

Knox plucks one of the helmets strapped to the back of his motorcycle and helps me into it with soft promises of more kisses to follow.

I have to squeeze my thighs together when he shoves his own helmet over that dark hair of his. He looks hot as fuck standing there with his tattoos on display, peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt. Said t-shirt clings tightly to his chest as if he’s worn it only because he knows what it does to me, my ogle trailing appreciatively down the lines of his body to his tight waist.

“Earth to Princess,” Knox calls, rapping his knuckles on the visor of my helmet. I startle from my daze, glaring up at him as my cheeks flush with the embarrassment of being caught. My only saving grace is that he can’t see how red my face is because of the visor, but it also means that he can’t see my scowl. The crinkles around his eyes and the shaking of his shoulders confirm that he knows exactly what face I’m making and is amused. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” I answer, but it’s muffled slightly by the helmet. Knox swings onto his bike, holding out an arm for me to grab onto. Once I’m settled behind him, he takes my hands and pulls them firmly around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” he reminds me, and my heart picks up pace at both the proximity of him and the fact that I’ve somehow allowed him to talk me back onto this thing. I clench my thighs around him, wiggling closer to make sure I’ve got a firm grip and he groans like a man shot. “You keep grinding up against me like that, Princess, and we’re going to go right back upstairs to that couch.”

That doesn’t sound so bad, I think. I wouldn’t have to endure a nerve-wracking ride on the motorcycle where all I’ll be able to think about is how far my body might slide if I fall, and I would get to see Knox’s dick.

As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Knox takes off after a gentle tap to the back of my hand to alert me. I squeak softly despite the warning, squeezing my eyes shut as he pulls away from the building.

I’m pretty sure that Knox can feel the pounding of my heart against his back because at the first stop sign his hands come down to trace the length of my thighs, reassuring me with his touch. It helps me settle enough to crack my eyes open and distract myself by watching the houses pass us by.

At some point during the ride, I actually find myself enjoying it, muscles relaxing, yet my body stays pressed flush against Knox’s. I enjoy the feeling of his warmth seeping through my front. I can understand how he feels so at ease like this, like a bat swooping through the night sky.

When we arrive a few towns over, Knox parks against a curb. It’s an artsy looking place with murals covering the sides of brick buildings, colorful storefronts calling to me left and right. The road is bright from the streetlights and filled with laughter and a positive aura that stirs excitement in me, even more so when Knox takes my hand, intertwining our fingers.

“Are you okay?” He asks, a touch of concern laced in those eyes. “The ride wasn’t too rough, was it?”

I shake my head, winking up at him. “I’ve had rougher.”